Snow Days

Like Rhea, Remi had to wear this skin with ever increasing care. He'd almost killed Zekle, harmed Ronin and even had taken a few swipes at Vai. Most of his friends carried around a tranquilizer that Isla had given to him just in case; though weapons did work better as the healed-wound in his leg was a testament to. Watching as the female feline cleared him with grace and easy beauty, Remi rolled to the side to watch and see what she would do next. Was she planning on turning back and pouncing? Or—? Watching as she trotted forward, he heaved himself to his feet and gave a great shake of his full mane. With a proud roar he charged after her (not quite as elegantly), tail raised high for balance as his large paws tried to fan out as much as they could so as not to sink quite as much. If he was able to catch up to her, he'd throw his body against one of the trees to try and force the snow piled up on the branches to fall down upon her, dodging out of the way of the mini-avalanche if he could. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on